The colored slave that waits upon thought.--_Mrs. Balfour._

Oh, she is fallen into a pit of ink, that the wide sea hath drops too

few to wash her clean again!--_Shakespeare._

My ways are as broad as the king's high road, and my means lie in an

inkstand.--_Southey._

~Innocence.~--He's armed without that's innocent within.--_Pope._

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